Lily focused her eyes on the level line.
“Alright... At least I managed to advance to level two last night!” she said with forced enthusiasm, striving to ignore her erection.
“Let’s do a quick breakdown! Ten whole stat points for a single level! That’s actually huge!”
She began analyzing the increases: Strength +1, Endurance +1, Agility +1, Intelligence +1, Magic +1...
Suddenly, her smile contorted into a strange, crooked grimace of disappointment as her gaze fell upon the last entry.
“...But Charisma jumped by five whole points! From thirty-three to thirty-eight!” She sniffled with a deep, resigned sigh.
“Of course... True to a textbook Sex Slave class, the only thing this System pumps into me in wholesale quantities are traits that make me look like a sweet, provocative whore! With charisma like this, I’m going to radiate sugary sweetness from a mile away!”
She released a heavy breath from her chest and waved her hand, intending to dismiss the interface window.
“As usual... the only thing I get from this world is...”
Yet the word caught in her throat.
Lily froze mid-motion, feeling all the blood drain from her face.
Standing in the soundlessly cracked-open doorway to her bedroom, leaning against the oak frame, was Cordelia.
The Head Maid held a freshly pressed new outfit for the Demon Queen's pet in her arms. Her eyes gazed out from behind thin glasses with absolute, heartless calm, not a single muscle twitching on her pale face.
She had been standing there in total silence, taking in the entire performance from the very beginning.
Lily was scared to death. Her rabbit instincts triggered in the least controlled manner possible - the girl leaped off the bed as if scalded, lost her footing on the silk sheets, and with a loud, pathetic splat, crashed face-first straight onto the hard wooden floor!
“Aaaaah! My head!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Petite, completely naked Lily began hugging herself and curling into a ball on the floor, clutching the top of her head with both hands where a small, painful bump was rising.
“Oh my god, that hurts so much! Cursed floor! Cursed world! Infernal bump!” she groaned and huffed, sniffling and rolling from left to right with her fluffy ears wrapped around her face.
“I can feel my brain dissolving! I’m going to pass out from the pain!”
After two minutes of this chaotic, utterly dramatic rolling around on the rug, Cordelia’s cool, impeccably composed voice reached her from above:
“Has Lady Lily concluded her demonstration of local floor gymnastics, and are you quite alright?”
Lily, still lying on her side and clutching her head, gritted her teeth. She bolted up into a sitting position, rested on her heels, and pointed a trembling, accusatory finger straight at the maid’s face.
“How long... how long have you been standing there?!” she forced out, flushed to her absolute limit.
Cordelia looked down at her. Before her eyes unfolded a staggering sight: a petite, completely naked bunny girl with disheveled hair, a bump on her head, ears wilting from embarrassment, rubbing tears from her eyes... and a small, hard length standing proudly at attention between her thighs.
Yet the Head Maid didn't even blink an eye at the sight. She adjusted the position of her glasses on the bridge of her nose with a white glove and spoke with absolute, flawless professionalism:
“I have been standing here long enough, Lady Lily. I arrived precisely at the passage in which you referred to Her Majesty Vespera as a 'shameless, despotic, perverted, devious woman,' after which you confessed to your pillow a desire to immediately repeat last night's orgasm.”
A dead, paralyzing silence descended upon the room.
Lily froze with her finger extended, her face assuming the shade of a ripe, purple beet.
Hearing her own words - shouted mere moments ago - recited back to her with ice-cold professionalism, Lily flushed a deep crimson, her face and bunny ears turning near-scarlet.
“I-I... I mean! It’s not at all what you think!” she gasped in panic, stammering and waving her hands around while still sitting on the carpet with her tiny length standing shamelessly erect.
“I just... this bump on my head... and this System! I was just analyzing stats, and that fight with the pillow was just a... a rabbit tantrum!”
Cordelia completely ignored the entire torrent of desperate explanations. With absolute calm, she set down the neatly prepared new outfit, and without turning her head, executed a brief, casual motion of her hand toward the bunny girl sitting on the floor.
Between her slender fingers, a soft, emerald spark of magic flared. Before Lily could even blink, a strange, extraordinarily pleasant, and soothing warmth spread over her head. The burning, throbbing pain evaporated in a fraction of a second without a trace.
The girl went silent mid-sentence. Cautiously, she raised a hand and felt the top of her head - the large, painful lump that had grown after the collision with the hard floor had vanished entirely, leaving behind only smooth skin and soft hair.
“Damn... magic in this world really is magical...” she mumbled under her breath with genuine, disarming fascination.
“That is, in essence, the definition of magic, Lady Lily,” Cordelia replied coldly, adjusting her glasses.
Hearing that heartless response, Lily felt that if she weren't already sitting on the floor, she would have collapsed all over again from shame. She stood up awkwardly on her feet, dusted off her rear, and approached the bed in resignation, looking at Cordelia with curiosity.
“Regarding this morning... I have several direct commands from Her Majesty Vespera to convey,” the maid spoke up.
“Commands...?” Lily repeated uncertainly, her fluffy ears twitching cautiously.
Cordelia slowly turned her head, scanning the completely bare body of the bunny girl - from her small breasts, past her nipped waist and wide hips, down to her length, hardened from her earlier thoughts.
“Her Majesty strictly forbids you from touching your intimate zones below the waist yourself. The only areas you possess the right to play with and stimulate are your own breasts.”
Lily opened her eyes wide in genuine outrage.
“What?! But why?! I wanted to give myself two orgasms this morning to quickly farm points for new skills! It turns out orgasms grant me a ton of Pleasure Energy!” she protested loudly, sniffling, before a strange, crooked smirk bloomed on her face.
“And besides... my body reacts so intensely now that it would be a shame to waste the potential of this bunny frame...”
“If you wish, you are free to break that prohibition,” Cordelia replied with stoic calm.
“I shall, however, be forced to inform the Demon Queen immediately that your very first decision upon awakening was to ignore her direct command.”
Lily froze as she looked at the maid’s cold face, swallowing hard.
“And... will I get some kind of punishment for disobeying the Queen?”
“One that is unlikely to be to your liking in the slightest,” Cordelia nodded.
A massive, icy shiver ran through Lily’s entire body. Her imagination immediately conjured images of Vespera’s sick, whimsical ideas - shoving toys, locking her in a dungeon, or forcing her into humiliating acts.
“N-No! No way in hell!” she called out in panic, waving her hands.
“I promise I won't touch anything below the waist without her express permission! I’ll be perfectly obedient!”
Cordelia nodded with an expression of deep satisfaction, then reached into a leather bag and pulled out a small glass bottle filled with a thick, transparent liquid. Lily looked at the substance with a heavy dose of uncertainty and curiosity.
“Please stand up straight, puff out your chest, and place your hands behind your head,” the Head Maid suddenly commanded.
Her voice was crisp and cold, but Lily - bewildered by the abrupt shift - merely blinked in surprise and didn't move an inch, staring at her sideways while eying the bottle with curiosity.
Cordelia lowered her chin, her burgundy eyes glinting dangerously from behind her glasses, and from her lips emerged the exact same words, backed by a strange, resonating tone:
“Please stand up straight, puff out your chest, and place your hands behind your head. That is an order.”
The moment the words That is an order echoed in the air, Lily’s body reacted entirely beyond her will and control.
In that exact fraction of a second, her spine arched into a soaring curve, her small breasts pushed firmly forward, her feet snapped together on the carpet, and her hands automatically drifted behind her head, lacing her fingers at her nape.
Lily froze in that bound, helpless position, staring at the maid in terrifying bewilderment with her mouth agape.
What... what the hell is happening to me?!
Why did my body do that all on its own?!
“Possessing an S-rank slave class in combination with your innate Submissive perk dictates that any direct command issued in the proper form must be executed by you without exception,” Cordelia explained calmly, stepping closer.
Lily’s eyes widened further.
Oh shit... So that's how that perk works! My body literally can't resist strict orders!
Yet before she could fully process that terrifying information, Cordelia’s posture underwent a drastic, shocking alteration. The sterile, cold maid suddenly leaned over her, an intensely contemptuous, brazen, and dominant smile blooming across her pale face.
“Just look at this helpless little whore...” Cordelia tossed out in a raspy, humiliating tone, her gaze scanning her bare chest.
“Puffing out her miserable little boobs at a single word of command... You truly are a natural slut made to be walked all over.”
Lily fell into complete shock. She stared at her with her mouth open, unable to comprehend how this composed, professional administrator had transformed in such an extreme manner in the span of a single second!
Cordelia, meanwhile, without abandoning that insulting tone, unscrewed the brass cap of the bottle and waved it before the bunny girl's nose.
“This fluid triggers an unnatural, downright terrifying hypersensitivity of the skin,” she explained maliciously.
“In a moment, I shall spread a thick, thorough layer over the entire surface of your pathetic little breasts, so you may learn to whimper at the slightest touch of fabric.”
She leaned right over enslaved Lily’s ear, and as the first thick, cold drop spilled onto her collarbone, the maid whispered extraordinarily softly, almost affectionately:
“These are direct orders from your Mistress... so do not worry, bunny.”
In that single, brief whisper, Lily finally understood the brutal truth. Cordelia hadn't lost her mind, nor had her personality flipped... She was simply playing a role and executing the guidelines Vespera must have dictated to her for this morning!
The maid’s slender hands, encased in white cotton gloves, seized the girl's chest. Cordelia poured a generous portion of the clear elixir onto Lily’s left breast and began spreading it with terrifying, methodical thoroughness.
Her fingers kneaded, rubbed, and smoothed the thick fluid over the entire surface of the bunny girl's bust - tracing the sides, dipping underneath, massaging the skin right at her ribs, and slowly approaching the areola.
Lily tensed her muscles, anticipating an immediate explosion of burning pain or overwhelming heat.
And yet... she felt absolutely nothing.
Instead of giant hypersensitivity, her left breast went completely numb, as if frozen under the effect of a powerful anesthetic. She could feel the deep pressure of Cordelia’s fingers, but the skin itself was entirely devoid of any tactile sensation.
What the hell...? Is this fluid delayed, or what's the deal here?! Lily thought in deep bewilderment, standing with her hands laced behind her head and staring at the maid’s working hands.
Cordelia, without taking her eyes off her frozen breast, continued her humiliating monologue, spouting dirty, brazen remarks:
“Just look at how this little bunny slut stands motionless and allows herself to be felt up without the slightest resistance... She can't even force out a single whimper, she loves being treated like a common living toy so much...”
Hearing those words, Lily’s eyes widened further as her cheeks flushed pink at being called such names, though the maid couldn't care less about her reactions as she moved on to the right breast.
She poured another hefty dose of the fluid and began rubbing it in with equal, surgical precision. Her gloves slid over the delicate skin, massaging, pressing, and coating every millimeter of tissue in a glistening, clear layer. Lily’s right breast instantly lost sensation as well, turning as numb as a block of wood.
And then came the primary stage of the procedure.
Cordelia reached for the bottle and, without holding back, poured terrifyingly large amounts of the fluid directly onto both erect nipples and their areolas. The liquid practically trickled off them in thick droplets.
The maid leaned in further, her fingers going straight for Lily’s nipples. For a good five minutes - thoroughly, slowly, and unhurriedly - she rubbed, twisted, and massaged the thick formula into the very tips of the bunny girl's breasts. She pinched them gently, rubbed them in circles, and pressed with her fingertips, missing not a single nook or cranny.
Had this occurred earlier, Lily would have been writhing in ecstasy and releasing loud groans. Now, however - with completely numb nipples - she could only stand motionless, gaze fixed on the ceiling, her dazed mind attempting to process the absurdity.
Finally, after five minutes of intense rubbing, Cordelia withdrew her hands and screwed the brass cap back onto the bottle.
In that exact fraction of a second, her dominant posture evaporated as if wiped away by a hand. The maid straightened up, adjusted her glasses on her nose, and spoke in her usual, sterile, cold voice, offering a slight bow:
“You may move normally now, Lady Lily. The procedure has been concluded.”
The moment the commanding words left the chamber, the lock on Lily’s body snapped instantly. The girl lowered her tired hands from her nape, released a gust of air from her lungs, and looked at the maid in complete, profound astonishment.
“C-Cordelia... What the hell was that just now?!” she forced out, flustered.
Cordelia stowed the container in her bag and looked at her with absolute professionalism.
“As I mentioned earlier: those were direct orders from Her Majesty Vespera. The sovereign instructed me to execute this application in the most humiliating manner possible, so your body and mind may slowly and gradually adjust to your new role, to being treated like a whore, and to accepting the proper tone.”
Lily scratched her nape, then looked down at her glistening, numb breasts.
“But... but I don't feel anything at all! That fluid completely froze my breasts instead of doing whatever else!”
Cordelia looked at her from behind her glasses with a tiny glint in her eye.